Like this:

Dougan was adopted into our household when he was 8 months old. He was a hyper golden retriever – too much dog for a professional woman and her 10-year-old daughter that owned him before. There was no fenced yard at their house so he spent his days in a travel kennel waiting for his people to return from work and school.

Dogs raised like this are typically neurotic as adults and can never get enough attention and affection. I know because I have had them before. They live good lives out in my fenced yard in the country with plenty of attention. He has been kept company by Bandit, an adorable 9 year old Red Heeler that also has had a questionable past. We are kindred spirits as I too had some rough years in my youth.

Dougie is now over 12, old for a golden retriever. A few weeks ago I thought he was failing as he was refusing food and limping badly. I thought it was the end. Luckily the vet just pulled a few bad teeth and gave him meds his joints and for an injured ligament. We are happy he is back being his silly self. I see myself mirrored in him as I age.

Like this:

It was 1967. I was 14 years old and a freshman in high school. The Beatles had come out with their latest album “Yellow Submarine.” Mixed in amongst other memorable songs was this one…

“When I’m Sixty Four”

When I get older losing my hairMany years from nowWill you still be sending me a valentineBirthday greetings, bottle of wine?If I’d been out till quarter to threeWould you lock the door?Will you still need me, will you still feed meWhen I’m sixty-four?